a poem

a dear friend who is going through a similar path sent me this poem.  it is beautiful.  heartbreaking.  and every word is truth.

“do not judge the bereaved mother. she comes in many forms.
she is breathing, but she is dying.
she may look young, but inside she has become ancient.
she smiles, but her heart sobs.
she walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she IS, but she IS NOT, all at once.
she is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity.”
-author unknown

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